Common Tune

Hymn

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

GALILEAN · 8.7.8.7.D · words Robert Robinson · music Joseph Barnby

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Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing strained fold flesh sing love and Thy ing shall y re my Thy con the from to see I’m from leased heart face; be! God; sin, grace; ly to of day grace sought I Fount that to sus ing Thou shall when how me of Je 2. Sorr’w 1. Come, 3. 5. O 4. O ning, or ger, it, ing, sin debt stran spir Till I Dail Wand’r bless Tune when great freed be from a a in ery ev sover heart pre I’ll loud ter I’ll my songs Thy for Thy ing His es of sing wand’r posed prais grace; Thee. blood; gin; praise. eign to cious be est then good res what mer ed Thy to from of in ness, cue I cy, Cloth Let He, Yet Streams ter, ger, it, ing, en lin fet dan her ceas How Bind In Here Call like blood me do nev from er a washed in somed the can great ing soul God nev help tongues my ran leave tongue Thy flam to tal by by way; love; tell, come; bove. a I er I’ve a raise some my to His I me kind me no der, ness my Lord, wan Come, Prone How Here Teach net, tar feel sues e son Take Prone Mor Here Sung ry, it, me zer; Eb yet Lord, lo long er I pur en dious end can less a it at ing realms for not to Thy to it claim rive deem courts of Thy pro ar re well. day. bove. home. love. heart, I’m an by flesh, hope, mount! ly take death Thy fixed gels O till thine my in I the now Send Here’s Clothed And Praise Mount ry it, me sure, it, of Me Seal I Safe to and shall good up plea car seal loose on Robert Robinson, 1758 GALILEAN 8.7.8.7.D Joseph Barnby, 1911

1.Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.

2.Sorr’wing I shall be in spirit,
Till released from flesh and sin,
Yet from what I do inherit,
Here Thy praises I’ll begin;
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Here by Thy great help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.

3.Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand’ring from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;
How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.

4.O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wand’ring heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

5.O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.

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